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It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide.
Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.
Summary: Y/N instead of her prom she goes to iHeart Radio festival where Shawn leaves her alone for Camila.
Hope you enjoy it!
Never in a million years would I have thought I‘d miss my
own prom, but looking at my plane ticket I knew it happened. Since I was a
little girl I always dreamed about wearing fancy dress to my prom, accompanied
by a handsome guy, but when the guy I love asks you to be his pair to iHeart
Radio Festival which is happening on your prom night, I guess you don‘t really
„Why are you so nervous?“ Shawn asked slighly laughing at
me. „There will be hundrets of people!” “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
I won’t leave you” Shawn kissed my lips trying to calm me down. When he left to
get ready I knew it was time for me too. I guess wearing make up to cover up my
acne skin since I was 15years old paid off because now without any struggles I
did some kickass glam make up. After putting on my dress I looked at the
mirror. Of course I didn’t look perfect because it would have looked prettier
with slimmer legs, flat stomach, but perfection was never a thing. So I didn’t
really think about it. If I said I wasn‘t nervous I would be lying
because just thinking about standing there next to people you always watched on
your computer screen gives me anxiety. Of course I said to Shawn that I won‘t
be standing next to him on the red carpet because that would be just too much
for me but it still made me nervous.
„You look amazing“ Shawn whispered making my cheeks heat.
Even though I‘m dating Shawn for a very long time he still makes me feel like
it happened just yesterday. „Well you
don‘t look bad yourself, Mendes“ I smirked looked at him. „I swear to god, Y/N,
if we would be alone right now, I would rip that dress off your body“ Shawn
huskily murmed leaving small kisses on my neck. „Maybe you should wait till the
evening‘s done“ I said knowing it would
put him on the edge. „You‘re..“ „Mr.Mendes, Miss Y/L/N. We‘re here“ Shawn‘s
drivers said. „Don‘t be scared, princess. I will meet you there“ Shawn kissed
my lips before stepping out of the car.
Scrolling down my instagram something catched my eyes. It
was Shawn scaring Camila on the red carpet. I guess perfection is a thing now.
Camila looked like a goddess with her white top and short-thing, whatever it
was. It‘s actually quite rude if you ask me, people still talking about Shawn
and Camila dating even though Shawn said in one of his interviews that Shawn
and I were in a relationship, but again no one is asking me.
When the evening started but Shawn still wasn‘t with me I got nervous. Where the hell is that boy?
Leaving a few messages I put my phone down and tried to enjoy the evening. He
will come eventually. At least that’s what I thought.
On the break he still wasn‘t here. Did he just betrayed me?
Scrolling down my social medias I saw pictures of my friends in their prom dresses. I should have been there with
my friends not here. Alone. But after seeing something my sadness quickly
changed into anger. There was a photo of Shawn and Camila enjoying themselves.
Shawn had his phone in his hands. Maybe he didn‘t see my messages? Of course he
did, he just found a better company than you. I couldn‘t be here anymore so I
Angrily wiping all the tears rolling down my face I looked
through the car‘s window. „You okay, ma‘am?“ driver asked concerned. Nodding my
head I smiled through my tears. If someone would have said that I would be
crying on my prom night I‘d say they‘re lying. But now look at the mess I am.
Stuffing my mouth with multiple candy and ice cream was
never in my planner but sometimes things happens. All I wanted was to leave
this place, far from the highways, close to the sea. My phone starts to buzz. I
look up to see Shawn calling. There‘s no way I‘m picking up that phone. ‚Have
fun with Camila‘ I quickly send it and throw my phone away.
„Hi baby, why did you leave so soon?“ Shawn asked confused. „Are
you serious right now? Please tell me you‘re not because if you are then just
leave“ I said pissed. „What did I do?“ „What the actual fuck Shawn? That‘s the
thing, you did fucking nothing. You left me, your girlfriend alone, when you
promised me you wouldn‘t“ I yelled frustrated. „Just calm down. Why are you so
mad at me? I gave you an oppurtunity to
be in this festival, for free“ Shawn said rolling his eyes. I can‘t believe what
I was hearing. „Wow, thank you hero of the day!“ I yelled putting my hands in
the air. „Stop making it such a big deal“ „No fuck you, Shawn. Fuck you and
your stupid celebrity life. You don‘t get it, I missed my prom, the night I was
waiting since I was five years old, for what? This night that I was all alone
why all of my friends enjoyed themselves?!“ I snapped at him leaving our hotel
room. I needed to get out of here.
„Stupid stupid stupid“ I started murmuring „Stop crying“ a frustrated
yell escaped my lips when I couldn‘t take it anymore.
sitting on a hotel’s roof looking at the city’s view in front of me. If I wouldn’t
be so mad and sad I wished Shawn was here too.
I turned around when I heard soft music start to
play. There was Shawn standing with flowers in his hands. As I got up to leave
Shawn grabbed me by my wrist. “Just hear me out” he looked at me apologetically.
Again I turned to love but he caught my wrist. Again. “Please” I stopped moving
and looked at his eyes. “I know I messed up. Really badly and I’m so sorry” if
he thinks saying sorry will sort out everything he’s wrong “I know sorry is not
enough. Hell I don’t even have an explanation why I left you alone. But I know
that I love you and I’m so sorry for making this mistake. I promise I won’t
leave you, never again. And I’m terribly sorry for ruining your prom night. But
please can I make it up to you?” Shawn asked hopefully while I was glaring at
him. “Y/N, will you dance with me?” He asked giving me flowers. Slowly taking
flowers I hugged him. Feeling his body relaxing made me giggle. He was nervous
coming here. “I’m still mad at you, Mendes. But nothing can change the fact
that I love you. And no prom night, stupid fights will change that.” “I love you too Y/N” Shawn leaned over to kiss me. God, I love him. “But I swear to god, if you leave me again, I will chope off your balls”
Não sei bem o que dizer sobre mim. Não me sinto uma mulher como as outras. Por exemplo, odeio falar sobre crianças, empregadas e liquidações. Tenho vontade de cometer haraquiri quando me convidam para um chá de fraldas e me sinto esquisita à beça usando um lencinho amarrado no pescoço. Mas segui todos os mandamentos de uma boa menina: brinquei de boneca, tive medo do escuro e fiquei nervosa com o primeiro beijo. Quem me vê caminhando na rua, de salto alto e delineador, jura que sou tão feminina quanto as outras: ninguém desconfia do meu hermafroditismo cerebral. Adoro massas cinzentas, detesto cor-de-rosa. Penso como um homem, mas sinto como mulher. Não me considero vítima de nada. Sou autoritária, teimosa, impulsiva e um verdadeiro desastre na cozinha. Peça para eu arrumar uma cama e estrague meu dia. Vida doméstica é para os gatos. Tenho um cérebro masculino, como lhe disse, mas isso não interfere na minha sexualidade, que é bem ortodoxa. Já o coração sempre foi gelatinoso, me deixa com as pernas frouxas diante de qualquer um que me convide para um chope. Faz eu dizer tudo ao contrário do que penso: nessas horas não sei onde vão parar minhas idéias viris. Afino a voz, uso cinta-liga, faço strip-tease. Basta me segurar pela nuca e eu derreto, viro pão com manteiga, sirva-se. Sou tantas que mal consigo me distinguir. Sou estrategista, batalhadora, porém traída pela comoção. Num piscar de olhos fico terna, delicada. Acho que sou promíscua, doutor Lopes. São muitas mulheres numa só, e alguns homens também.
Fell!Goth was walking to her home. When she turned the corner she saw Fell!Palette talking to original Goth. It was 4th time that Fell!Goth saw him with weak copie of herself. It was really hurting Fell!Goths heart. She felt jelaus a little bit…
Fell!Goth slowly aproached to Fell!Palette and Goth. When she heard Fell!Palette told “I love you” to Goth , she felt like someone choped her heart. Tears apeared in Fell!Goth’s eyes. She slowly got away from here. She was walking for 10 minutes and finally get home. After Fell!Goth entered the house, she locked the door and kneel down. Fell!Goth and Fell!Palette were living in this house together. But Fell!Goth was all alone here, she started to cry. She didn’t know what to do now… expect to cry.
It was night,Fell!Goth was siting in the couch, eating ice cream and watching movie.. like all depressed persons do. Suddenly she heard someone unlocked the door and came in. It was Fell!Palette.
"Why did you locked the door?“ he looked at Fell!Goth.
”… “ (no response) Fell!Goth sat up from the couch.” Are you hungry? Meal is ready.“ Fell!Goth walked towards kitchen, Fell!Palette followed him. After a meal they sit in the couch together. Fell!Palette finally couldn’t stop himself.
"Okey, What’s matter with you?! Why are you acting like i hurt you?!” He grapped Fell!Goth’s scarf and pulled him closer “Are you ill or something…?!”
“Palette… do you like seeing me suffer..?” Goth calmly asked.
"What was that know?“ Fell!Palette looked at her face.
"Don’t act like you don’t know what am i talking about” Fell!Goth pushed Fell!Palette and yelled “ I SAW YOU TODAY WITH HIM! WHY DID YOU CHEAT ON ME? WHY DID YOU.. ” at that moment she felt someone slapped him. Fell!Goth fall down to the ground.
“This is why you were acting like that?” Fell!Palette said in angry tone “I can do what ever i want! And about you… You are just toy to me Not. Any. Other. Thing.! Got it!” He shouted at Fell!Goth.
Fell!Goth stood up and run towards door. Fell!Palette tried to grap her arm but he couldn’t. Fell!Goth slammed the door and ran away. She was running and tears were dropping from her eyes. She already get Waterfall, but didn’t stop running. Like she was running from her own life. Fell!Goth wanted to stop but she fall down again and her head hurted so much. Slowly everything turned black and she passed out.
"Hey are you okey?“
Fell!Goth heard someone’s voice it was familiar…
"Oh, Are you hurt? Don’t worry i will heal you."
The pain in Goth’s face and head started slowly disappear. Fell!Goth tried to open her eyes, but her mind was still blurry. Her eyes were half open so she could see who was helping to her. Fell!Goth saw someone was looking like … a shadow? There was black fog around Fell!Goth. She was in someone’s arms. It was smiling at him. Fell!Goth slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep….
Well it was first chapter of "Came for you”. I hope you liked it. Sorry about my english. See ya in next chapter.
Fell!Palette belong to @angexci
Fell!Goth and original Goth belong to @nekophy
Fanfic by me